Succubus Unchained - Heather Long Page 0,53

swelling as he claimed me just added another level of delight. His roar resonated deep in my bones, and I could see his dragon in the walls of the prison, striking out at the corpsesnare. Then again, when he battled those hunting him, even if that memory was through Alfred’s eyes.

But the feeling of wings snapping out to catch an updraft and wheeling through the sky as I flew? That was all Maddox. We soared, spiraling and diving. It was utterly intoxicating, and I swore I orgasmed again before he released my throat and lifted his head.

We floated there a while, and it took time for the sounds of the woods around us—everything really—to filter back in. The breeze through the trees, the birdcalls, the rasp of grass beneath my bare back and the warmth of our combined orgasms trickling along the insides of my thighs. He was buried so deeply within me, there was no separation, and I didn’t want one.

“I love you.” I whispered the words that tasted foreign on my tongue. They were almost impossible to form, and yet I managed it. Maddox lifted his head abruptly and stared at me, wonder stamped across his features

He looked as dragged out and broken as I felt. The dizzying speed of his flight seemed to still be humming through me. It was like how the world still seemed to rock after you left a boat and you didn’t have your land legs back yet. Just lying beneath the delicious weight of him, I still flew.

Would he actually take me up?

The thought struck sparks in me. Could I ride him as he flew through the sky? That would be…awesome.

A giddy little laugh escaped, and I found Maddox still gazing at me.

“What?”

“You said you loved me,” he answered in a deep, rasping tone. Disbelief and delight tangled in the huskiness of his voice.

“I do,” I admitted, suddenly uncomfortable under the way his gaze pierced me. I shifted beneath him, but the movement tugged at his knot, and we were both left gasping.

No, he wasn’t softening anytime soon.

And I had nowhere to go to escape his penetrating scrutiny.

“Say it again,” he beckoned, cradling my face in his large hands.

“I love you.” Yep, still foreign and a little coppery on my tongue. The mark on my neck where he’d bitten me was different from Asshole’s mark. It throbbed, and when Maddox traced his fingers over it, spikes of pleasure radiated through my system.

Oh, shit.

I stared up at him, and he grinned. “Did you feel that?”

I nodded, mute.

“That is how I feel about you loving me.” He stroked the mark again, and I swore I splintered completely apart and shuddered around him. He closed his eyes, and something akin to bliss filled his expression. When I could catch my breath, I touched the mark on his throat. The one I’d left. It sent tingles radiating up my arm, and his bliss almost seemed to intensify.

“You do love me,” he whispered, almost hoarse. “I don’t deserve you, Kitten.”

I snorted, and he snapped his eyes open to look at me. “Too late now, Mad-Dragon. You’re stuck with me.” And I was stuck with him. Here was hoping when all the pleasure wore off, I was still happy about it. But I couldn’t find it in me to regret this choice at the moment.

Not even a little bit.

I didn’t know how long we lay there. Maddox rolled onto his back and cradled me against his chest. It seemed to take longer than ever for him to soften, not that I was complaining. My body ached from our play. Yet at the same time, I could have run a marathon or danced. The energy surging through me nearly as intoxicating as the man—correction, dragon—beneath me.

Tracing his fingers against my back, Maddox murmured, “You’re smiling.”

“Am I?”

“Hmm-hmm.”

I hadn’t realized, but when I dipped my gaze to him, I found a similar smile curling his lips. “So are you.”

“I’m smiling because I have you.”

“I could be smiling because I have you,” I teased, and he chuckled. He palmed my ass and then gave it a squeeze.

“Could be?” The barest hint of warning teased along the words.

I chuckled then nipped his jaw. “I already said I loved you and I asked you to claim me. I think you’ve had plenty from me for today.”

“She’s not the only one,” came the douse of icy water in the form of King Asshole himself.

And he sounded pissed.

I spared him a look over my shoulder. His